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The Death of George Floyd by Jaelyn LaSalle Foster
I am thrown to the pavement His knee pressed to my neck. I feel the rough pavement That is cold and wet. I feel no one is there Nobody hears my calls. I’m calling out to my Mama Who I love most of all. I shout in horror I scream and twist But no one seems to hear me In this pitless abyss. The world around me darkens As I scream “I CAN’T BREATHE!” But another officer grabs me And my screams are muffled by his sleeve. My name is George Floyd I was killed because I’m black. I had a FAMILY and a DAUGHTER! SAY IT LOUDER... for the racists in the back.
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